You might need it more than me.

[Billy arrives at his mother's apartment and knocks on the door] Billy's Mom:
Just a second. [she opens the door] Billy's Mom:
Hey, look, I'm late for work already, all right? We don't need any magazines or whatever. Thanks, though. Billy Batson:
Oh, I'm not. You probably don't recognize me, but... [Billy shows her his compass keychain] Billy Batson:
I found my way home. Mom. It's me. Billy's Mom:
Oh, God. Is it? [Billy nods, then approaches to hug her, but she stops him] Billy's Mom:
Um... hang on. [she closes the door] Billy Batson:
That wasn't Dad, was it? Billy's Mom:
No. Listen, son... It's really you, huh? Billy Batson:
I didn't mean to run away. You know that, right? I let go, but it was by accident. Billy's Mom:
Yeah, no. I know, yeah. I saw you. Billy Batson:
What? Billy's Mom:
I saw you after. So, it was never your fault. Look, I was 17, okay? And my daddy kicked me out. And your dad just decided not to be a part of anything. And I was hurting, And I was screwed up. [pause] Billy's Mom:
Look, it's just once I saw you with the police, I realized they could do a better job taking care of you than I ever will. But you're good, right? I mean, you landed on your feet. Because, I mean, you look real good. It's just... now is not a really good time for me, Bill. Billy Batson:
All I wanted to do is... let you know I'm doing good, but I have to get back to my real family. Here. [Billy gives her his keychain] Billy's Mom:
What's this? Billy Batson:
You might need it more than me. [Billy walks away]